#which I am now yearning for. but I have to finish my bachelor’s and get a master’s first lol 😭

[e77y]

Emailed a cool person whose entire dissertation I read in one sitting for funsies just to let them know I enjoyed it. And they. EMAILED ME BACK??? How do I reply 😭

[sterecs-sterek-fic-recs]

Sterek Winter & Holiday Fic Recs

Happy holidays for those of you celebrating! We’re so excited to share out the first themed rec post, and we’ve tried to include a mix of generic winter vibes! Christmas! Hanukkah!. This list is of course not exhaustive, and if we’re still posting here next year, we can’t wait to discover more fics for part 2. 

Enjoy!!

-Mods @snarkatthemoon​  & @thisgirlsays22​

❄ an exaltation of larks | llassah | 25k | E

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

❄ Build a wolf | PalenDrome (nerdherderette | 6k | T

Derek is a romantic. He dreams of finding his mate, of connecting with that special someone who will make his heart swoon.

[Excerpt]: "Who says I need to be in a relationship to be happy?" Derek asks, his hackles rising. Besides, Boyd has it all wrong. Derek has Die Hard on his Christmas queue.

Yippee ki yay.

Boyd holds up both hands. "Not me. If you want to be a bachelor forever, I'm not one to judge."

"But I am," Erica says. "You don't date anymore. Hell, when's the last time you even got laid? Which would also be fine, except it's not, because you're miserable and it's obvious that's not what you really want."

Sometimes Derek has a hard time following Erica's logic. Unfortunately, this is not one of those moments.

"It doesn't matter," he says, digging the excess rice out from his wrap. "I'm better off alone."

❄ When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear | owlpostagain | 8k | T

There are some salvageable things though. A virtually untouched heavy slate sign that says, engraved in an ornate script that confirms at least one person in the Hale family had a sense of humor (Stiles has a horrible suspicion it might have been Peter), When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear.

❄ The Ribbon on My... | Dira Sudis (dsudis) | 11k | E

Derek had assumed that he and Stiles would give each other simple things, swapping books or DVDs or jokey gifts, random dollar store toys and junk food.

❄ sugarplums | thepsychicclam | 16k | E

In which Stiles drags Derek black Friday shopping, Stiles chops down a Christmas tree, Isaac throws an ugly sweater party, and Derek and Stiles' daughter hates Santa.

❄ and snow it goes | the_problem_with_stardust | 2k | G

“If it wasn’t for - ”

“-the publish or perish mentality of modern academics, you wouldn’t be drowning in papers that are just bad rehashes of previous work,” Derek finished. “I’ve heard your rant a time or ten, Stiles.”

❄ Kiss Me on This Cold December Night | Leslie_Knope | 19k | E

The hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. He’s tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn’t notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It’s a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit.

❄ Layover | dr_girlfriend | 4k | G

Big, serious brown eyes were staring right into his from only a few inches away. The child had clambered half over the arm of Derek’s chair to study him at close range, her little rosebud mouth pursed in concentration.

“Uh.” Derek couldn’t look away as the girl reached out one pudgy hand and patted him gently on the cheek. Her scent was soft and sweet and somehow a bit familiar, just enough to keep Derek from shying away. Derek didn’t know too much about kids but he guessed this one was probably three years old or so, head still oversized in proportion to the short limbs and round little belly.

She seemed fascinated with Derek’s beard, eyes widening further under incredibly thick lashes as she petted Derek’s cheek some more, smoothing down the short stubble. Finally she grinned widely. “Good wuff.”

Derek jerked upright, hands clenching on the edge of his seat. Did she just say?...

“CJ!” The child was suddenly gone, lifted up by a strong, tattooed forearm around her little potbelly. “You scared the he— heck out of me! What have I told you about wandering — Derek?”

❄ practice makes perfect | bleep0bleep | 3k | T

“So… you’re interested? Or you just said yeah because it’s what you say when you don’t know what to say.”

“Interested. In kissing you.”

Stiles makes a vague gesture with his hand. “I mean, yeah, if only to get you more comfortable with the whole dating thing in the future. I mean, we’re friends, and I want you to be happy.” He bites his lip, nervous.

Derek doesn’t even need to think about it because he knows it’s a bad idea. He’ll kiss Stiles and get to know what it’s like, and his heart will break because he won’t ever get to have him, that this is out of friendship only.

But this might be his only chance.

❄ Solstice Alpha | Dira Sudis (dsudis) | 11k | E

The traditional Hale pack solstice party gets resurrected by the new and improved-from-ten-months-ago Hale pack.

❄ Gold, Frankinscents and Myrrherdous Eyebrows | DropsOfAddiction | 18k | E

“That was supposed to be Scott's Christmas present,” Stiles groans.

“We gathered that. You unwrapped it yourself and threw the tag at Liam’s head,” Derek mumbles from his hiding place under his arm. “You sang Happy Christmas to Scott in the tune of Happy Birthday while forcing us all to drink it.”

"Oh my god, please stop talking now,” Stiles sits up again.

Derek peeks out from under his arm to look at him with one eye open, dark hair adorably rumpled, so much so that Stiles wants to smooth it down. Stiles sits on his hands.

“You did this to me. I'm going to be hungover on Christmas day because of you." Derek growls accusingly.

“Ok, ok! Look I’ll go make us my famous hangover cure and we can call it even,” Stiles gallantly pushes to his feet and grabs his phone, which is inexplicably in one of his shoes. “We don’t have to be there until two, it’s not even midday yet.”

“Fine. Make me coffee. So much coffee,” Derek pulls the sheets over his head.

"Are we going to discuss how we ended up sharing a bed?" Stiles wiggles his eyebrows. “Or would you like to just blissfully ignore it, oh Alpha mine."

“The second one," Derek mumbles from under the sheet.

❄ Believe | Lenore | 3k | T 

The Stilinski men are BAMFs, and the evil Christmas elves really don't stand a chance.

❄ Mi Yimalel | the_problem_with_stardust | 1k | T

Lydia Martin 12:38pm: It’s about time

Stiles frowned at the message, clicking the notification to load the attached image.

❄ A Gift of Warmth | NephilimEQ | 4k | T

It's 1950, and Stiles and Derek are two army buddies sharing an apartment in NYC after the war. It's closing in on Christmas in the middle of Hanukkah week, and Stiles is cold. So is Derek. ...But something just might change that this year.

[freyjaxshieldxmaiden-blog]

Speak Up

One of the best pieces of advice i received when I was hospitalized, that my godparents Shared with me is this “living soberly often isn’t “fun” or the fun you’re used to...it can feel boring and in fact it can be because without the chaos that alcohol can often induce life can then at times feel almost too calm and unexciting because, well let’s be honest at least I can speak for myself alcohol definitely makes things interesting to say the least because then I’m more outgoing and impulsive so yea i make things “interesting” because you never know who you get with me, typically the borderline comes out even more aggressively and without abandon and honestly its not cute...so back to my godparents advice... Nicole it can feel boring but your life itself will be more satisfying, fulfilling and memorable at the end of it all if lived sober. It may not be the exact excitement you yearn for? But it will be worth it as you make of it what you will.

I’ll try and keep this short. I like to look at and analyze myself to get a better understanding of who i am and why i do what i do in order to become ashes and rebuild myself from there and continue to grow and learn and evolve so I can experience life to the fullest and hopefully help others along the way. I’ve always identified as an addict i truly believe most it not all are whether it’s starving ourselves, addiction to the scale to social media to shopping to the gym to selfies to camping to riding bikes ... and addiction doesn’t have to be “bad” although we have attributed to it a negative connotation.. the word or label itself isn’t bad in and of itself society has demonized the word through the experience of others... i digress... point is we all have something “good” or “bad” (which i don’t agree with these terms) as deemed by society that we cling to and might even obsess over and fill our life with to create a purpose or establish some sense of control and often to numb with so that life feels a little less scary.. it never sat well with me that in AA meetings an individual who solely drinks is an “alcoholic” but the guy next to him is an “addict” because he drinks and chooses crack... THEY ARE ONE IN THE SAME... it is just more societally acceptable to be a “functioning alcoholic” than an “addict” (as defined by society) because of the stigma that’s been created by humans... because alcohol is legal??? It is a leading cause of depression and suicide and fills our hospital with mentally and physically ill people. Those with eating disorders are addicts too.. addicted to the starving to the counting calories all the nuanced behavior but it is often glamorized at least anorexia is so it’s less embarrassing to speak openly about an ED than to admit to obsessively and compulsively drinking and using because “those people” are degenerates at least that’s commonly how “addicts” or those who use “illegal” drugs are viewed in today’s society. So a person with bulimia and a compulsion to over excercise and cut is more worthy of getting resources for recovery than a person who picks up every night ? Both individuals are numbing both are in pain, both are escaping trauma and silently begging for help internally... but we shoo the “addict” away. I didn’t choose to have an eating disorder ? You think i asked to spend more than half my life now just holding on enough to stay alive ? Yes the addict chose to buy the drug yes the ED client chose to buy the food to binge on but these people did not ask for the obsessiveness and compulsion to do this? It is just how life and genetics and their environment and time period and culture played out such that their “addiction” inevitably manifested itself.

I thought finding recovery from anorexia would be the hardest obstacle I’d ever fight in my life.... and when it was over life would be ok... then she met her best friends binging and bulimia via exercise .. game changer... now the war got a little more complicated. So i managed to survive anorexia well hell yea I can take on these other armies...unbeknownst to myself these ladies had a secret weapon I was not expecting nor prepared for... depression and he... he was a whole other demon. I fell down in that battle for what felt like an eternity I wouldn’t say he was a harder fight than just the EDs but... i was used to those enemies.. they were familiar I was used to their tactics and their strategy in the battlefield... depression was a curveball and crippled me for awhile as it’s strongest fighter, suicide, pinned me down in the soil for what feel like ages... Funny thing is the ED troops began to retreat as depression stormed the field.. those soldiers just weren’t necessary anymore and I had slain most of them prior to.. and then... oh and then... plot twist... i called on my own secret weapon or what I believed to be my backup... alcohol ...and I squirmed out from under the grips of depression and suicide and the remaining eating disorder men stumbled back and quickly found hiding in the depths of the forest... i could breathe again... i looked down at myself breathing heavily, bloodied and scarred but I was alive when moments before I didn’t think I would be. I trusted alcohol as i once trusted Ed who eventually deceived me... or so I though i could... Alcohol wouldn’t do that to me? He showed up for me and saved me from the grasps of ED and suicide!?! Haha... how foolish.. I’ve realized for awhile now as I’m sure others have, that in which I don’t speak openly about... that the reason my back has been bothering me so much lately and I’m tired all the time is that in the “calmness” that followed me slithering out of the grasps of suicide, at least temporarily, (because i never actually killed him...he escaped.. that coward..) an entire other war was waged... alcohol had betrayed me and used the very sword it wielded to slay the ED soldiers to stab me right in the back... I’ve been walking with that blindly for awhile now... yah know I knew it the moment she touched my lips on the battle field... i just refused to acknowledge the blood pooling by my feet. And the true war lord BPD has watched this whole time... without me ever aware until now.. she sits on her thrown mockingly.. she having directed the troops and directing the officers battle after battle...

It’s been a goal of mine for awhile to live completely and absolutely soberly for a few years now.. it’s been a long time coming... I’ve been in this stage of recognition where I know what has to be done but not actually committing to the change... i never speak about this part of my journey but I was told by a very good therapist once “secrets make you sick” and I’m tired of being secret and hiding out of fear of rejection and judgement of others... well if I’m going to live the life i want so badly and inspire others as I so desperately want to.. then it is time to commit. I am to most the face of an eating disorder and more recently BPD and to some maybe more than I think I’m the face of a person who has been vehemently fighting alcoholism since I started working at Tisane. It has been almost 5 years and 5 years too many. Nowadays by definition most people who drink are considered alcoholics but it’s “ok” and someone isn’t identified as one because they are “functioning” still quite well and holding down a job. Yea I finished my bachelors education magna cum laude started a masters program continued to work full time, lived on my own for awhile and appeared to be doing fine all the while drinkibg myself until I was absolutely numb and the eating disorder and depression shut the hell up. And yah know I am grateful for alcoholism in part because it did help save me from ED it gave me a break from that war so that i could gain the strength to maintain recovery and successfully hold off those troops... but he’s had his time and i now feel in my bones the strength and determination to remove this sword from my back and attend to my wounds .. not just slap a bandaid on but really have it tended to.. I’m ready for this next battle to be very difficult and also different from the previous ones but now It know i am stronger, more resourceful, and this time I’m not on the battlefield alone ... sword and shield in hand... let the fight begin. Cheers to sobriety. Thanks for reading if you make it all the way to the end... i appreciate your willingness to take the time to hear my journey.

[mypinkchapter]

2 down.

I don't think it would come as a shock to anyone that knows me for me to confess how much I love school. I don't think many teachers choose to walk back into public education as their profession if they don't love school or have a love for learning. My love of learning led me through K-12, a Bachelor's degree, into my own classroom to teach, & to a Master's degree that I finished in the previous school year. This past school year it was all I could do to think about what comes next in terms of my next step in learning... do I want to pursue my Specialist degree? Do I want to consider starting my National Boards? Do I want to use my Master's degree & step out into the world of school administration/leadership? I mean, school & learning was just about at the center of everything I was focused upon. Little did I know what kind of school & learning that my life was leading into.

One of our sweet pastors spoke with me on the phone the other day to check in on me & pray with me. Our conversation mostly centered around suffering. He talked about how in America today, many just don't really have the concept of what suffering looks like or feels like. Of course, many Americans do know & have been through the trenches, but there are so many others that just don't get it. He told me that what I was experiencing with this journey was putting me through the schooling of suffering. It was as though everything that I had wondered about & yearned for over this past year suddenly made sense. My tests ahead weren't going to be given by Praxis or an online professor; my school & learning had to take on a new face for this particular season of life. What a sweet moment of clarity & reminding that the Lord will take care of my next steps.

Learning to suffer is not always pretty. It has not come in a neatly wrapped package with a pretty pink breast cancer awareness ribbon on top. But it is necessary & important that when we face trials, that we remember the purpose. Philippians 1:12 was my memory verse for last week in the new summer Bible study I'm working through & I have found it to be such a comfort to dwell upon. "Now I want you to know, brothers & sisters, that what has happened to me has actually advanced the gospel."

Suffering & trials will inevitably come. Suffering is tangible evidence or proof of how the Lord can & will work in us & through us. During my Bible study this week, that truth was made known. She talked about how with the most precious & beautiful fine china, for instance, that it is burned the longest in order to reach its peak beauty. She quoted James 1:12, with the beginning of it reading, "A man who endures trials is blessed." Also in John 16:33, it states, "I have told you these things so that in Me you may have peace. You will have suffering in this world. Be courageous! I have conquered the world." Choosing to embrace the fact that suffering has or eventually will come our way, certainly makes it feel (& hopefully look) a lot less like suffering.

I have officially crossed the threshold of the infusion room as a chemo patient - twice now actually. Two out of sixteen rounds of chemo medications have circulated through. My first four rounds are said to be the tough rounds, the ones where I will likely have more side effects. Hooray for being halfway through those rounds! I am so grateful to say that my side effects have been manageable thus far. Unlike many chemo patients whose side effects occur about 3-4 days after, mine have hit within 3-4 hours & lasts about 2-3 days. I have dealt mainly with extreme fatigue. Unpleasant, yet doable. It takes its toll for a few days & then suddenly, I feel human-like again. I go from basically zombie mode to suddenly back to my normal self; it's kind of crazy honestly!

One of the major side effects of this chemo drug is the hair loss. Patients do not keep hair when receiving this drug... thus I have tried to challenge that with the cooling cap. Typically one sheds their hair actually on day 17-20ish, which is  after their second round that occurs on day 14. Had I typed this all earlier in the week, I would have talked about how great & relatively normal my hair had been. Allow me to explain a little more into the cooling cap before I dive into the last 24 hours with my hair.

With this cooling cap I have to follow very strict instructions, such as:

Wash only twice a week -- yes, twice a WEEK!

No hot water when washing & no shower stream hitting your scalp -- use cups of cold water to wash

No brushing except when in the shower (on the two days I wash) with a wide-toothed comb

No products can be used

No styling tools can be used

No tight ponytails or my go-to style of a bun -- use only scrunchies (which makes me feel like I'm back in the 90′s or trying to be "cool" like the teens today wearing their scrunchies... lol) for a loose, low ponytail

Essentially: embrace all natural (or wild woman, in my case) hair

So, yesterday was my day 20 & my hair let me know real quick... I woke up with two mats in my hair. Matty, ratty, tragic messes on each side of my head. I thought to myself how thankful I was that it was wash day! Well, wash day resulted in me not realizing how bad they really were & sitting on the side of the tub for a half hour while my dear husband had to pick out each one, basically one strand at a time. It was UGLY on the bathtub floor -- hair everywhere, so, so much hair. By evening, I developed yet another mat. By that point, we had figured out that because I was losing so much hair, it was tangling around the strands left on my head. So again, my husband patiently picked out gobs of hair & brushed it all back out while I sat & shed a tear or two. We estimate that I have lost around 30% of my total hair as of current. I woke up this morning with very little loss overnight, so I do still have hair & honestly lots of it, even after the traumatic hair day yesterday. It took having a "bad hair day" to a new level!

You know, hair is just hair at the end of the day... my husband still loves me with my wild, natural hair all over the place or he would love me with a bald head. My daughter would still love me. I know I would still be loved with no hair. I'm not so vain that I just have to keep my hair. It's simply that sliver of normalcy that is so sweet to hang on to, that allows me to be out in public without drawing attention to myself. Should we continue with crazy shedding & it all comes out, well then it does. It's just been a fun little part of this journey to try & cold cap to see what happens; it's been like an added extra-credit bonus problem on this test I'm taking. If it works out, woo-hoo! But if it doesn't, I'm still going to pass this test! So hopefully I will get to continue wearing that goofy cap & looking like a weirdo in the infusion room... we'll just see what my wild hair decides to do. 

Disclaimer: If you see me out in public & I have still have hair on my head, just expect that it'll be crazy wild & it will appear like I haven't brushed it or fixed in it weeks... because well, I haven't! 

All my love from my pink chapter, Erin

[writerstillatwork-blog]

Should I take a gap year?

When I graduated high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. All I knew was that I wanted to go to college. I wanted to take a gap year so I could figure it out, indeed that would've been smarter than what I ended up doing and deeply regret..

I went to community college and that first freshman year was disastrous. I withdrew or failed 90% of my classes, so wow! A whole academic year down the drain. I felt like shit. Here I was, wasting a whole YEAR! And to top it all off, I had done nothing much in extracurriculars or made substantial friends, all because I went to a cc that was far away from home (just because someone told me to) and took too many hard classes. There was no smooth transition. This was the fall of 17 and spring of 18.

I decided that something had to change. I applied for a cc near my house where I knew people from high school and it was a lesser commute. I also applied for an on campus job where I interacted with students. (I got layed off, but that's anotha story). I paced myself with classes. Now, with fall 18 finished, I can say that I'm proud of myself for taking initiative and passing all my classes and having above a 3.0! No I didn't get straight A's, but I still accomplished something. And I am even planning on starting a club next semester!

So point is.. I am prospering in academics, I know what I can handle and can't handle and have high goals for myself. I know I am competent. But still.. my heart yearns for more.

I still am not sure of what I wanna do. My major is Biology, which it has been since I started.

And so, I was thinking: i changed cc's and applied for a job.. not listening to what anyone said and I am happier now than I have been in a long time. If I had taken that gap year.. who knows what I would have discovered about myself and how happy I could've been?

And so I decided that I want to take a gap year starting in the fall of 2019, ending in may 2020. People around me tell me not to do it.. like they told me to do other things that made me unhappy. I know I want to travel! I want a break from school, even though I know I want to eventually go to college and graduate. I just want some time off to think about what I wanna do and do what I like: exploring the world, working odd jobs abroad and immersing myself in cultures.

What am I worried about? Well, I don't want to waste another year.. even though I know a year abroad working and traveling isn't a waste, like failing classes was. If I take this year, I will be 24 when I graduate with a bachelor's.. almost half of my 20's gone. I want to be able to come back and still be successful in academics. Also, a year is a long time.. what if I get tired of it? I have helicopter parents.. I have been experiencing more life but this requires a lot of independence and I won't have a support system, family or friends there. I know it won't be easy, but I think it's worth it.

So tell me this: should I go, or should I stay?

[serkewen12]

Intrigue - Part One

Finally the time has come! Part one of my Lafayette series is complete and what perfect timing because it’s Lafayette’s birthday! I’m super excited about starting this new series and I hope you like it! If you want to be tagged in part two please let me know!

Pairing: Lafayette/ Reader

Era: Late 1700s- early 1800s

Word count: 2000ish

Tag Crew: @musicalmoriarty @imagineham @la-frenchiest-frite @tallish-hobbit @thepaddyb @lafislife @drugsdiggs @marquiis-de-la-baguette @imaginebeinghamiltrash @daveedish @americanrevelation @icanneverbesatisfied @getupoffathathang @withthatbitch @jamisahivemind @a-schuylerr @spn-applepie-imagines @spilledkauffie @cupofkauffie @crazypurplebananas @hanakatsumi @sunshinelafayette @secretschuylersister @patron-saintof-sluts @parksxo @mysterywriter36 @librarychild @shamagangster @okierieteonaodowan-vevo @midnightokieriete

“Don’t look so sullen (Y/N),” your father chastised.

“I’m not sullen Father. I just don’t see why I have to go to the party. It’s terribly boring and all of the men…”

“Enough! You are my only daughter and it is your obligation to go to this party. We are personally invited every year by Monsieur Deforest and I will not tolerate you insulting our host.”

“But Father…” You tried to argue.

“I won’t hear another word (Y/N),” your father interrupted, “Please just try to have a good time and maybe you will catch someone’s eye. Do you like the new dress I brought you back from Paris?

“It’s lovely,” you said quietly as you smoothed your skirt.

“You look like your mother with your hair done like that. Go on now mon cher, you don’t want to be late,” he said with a loving smile.

The Deforest family was the wealthiest family in your town. Their winter ball was something everyone looked forward too as soon as the seasons began to change. There was music, dancing, good food, and everyone who was anyone was invited. You frown as you walked up into the entry way of their mansion. It was no secret to you that your father was hoping that you would find a suitable man at one of these parties and he had taken it upon himself to make sure you attended every single one. It was exhausting to say the least. In a small town such as this there were vary few bachelors that your father found acceptable and none of them had managed to keep your attention. They didn’t seem to enjoy the fact that you were an educated woman with an opinion.

“Here we go,” you whispered as you walked into the ballroom.

The room was full of the familiar faces that were talking and laughing as music played. The room was decorated beautifully with silver and golds. You couldn’t help but smile as you took in the warmth of the room. You spotted Gabrielle and watched as she excused herself and hurried over to you.

“(Y/N) it’s wonderful to see you! What a beautiful dress,” said Gabrielle.

“Merci. Father brought it back from Paris. I told him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted I needed something new,” you comment.

“Well it’s a lovely color on you,” she relied.

“I would enjoy it more if I wasn’t being suffocated by this corset,” you complain rubbing your side.

Gabrielle laughed, “I have never heard a truer complaint.”

“Your father has really outdone himself this year.”

“Well you know Papa, every year has to be bigger than the last. Excuse me (Y/N) I see Hugo,” she said mischievously, “Enjoy yourself.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes as Gabrielle gracefully made her way across the room. She was a social butterfly and enjoyed all the attention these parties brought. She always had a smile and danced with everyone, everything that you were expected to do. Slowly you made your way along the edge of the dance floor attempting to avoid attracting attention. Friends of your father would greet you and ask you how he was doing, to which you would casually answer that he was well. 

“So monotonous,” you mutter as you take a glass of wine from a server.

Your eyes scanned the room and continued to watch people from the side of the room. Gabrielle was dancing with Hugo with a wide smile across her face. 

“It looks like the next party I will be invited to is a wedding,” you said thoughtfully. 

As you lifted up you wine glass it stopped half way to your lips and you let out a gasp. A man you had never seen before stood across the ballroom from you. He was tall with dark skin and a mass of tight curls pulled carefully into a bun. He wore a deep blue waist coat that had golden trim, matching pants, and knee high black boots. He looked regal as he scanned the room carefully. As much as you tried to tear your eyes from his handsome face you couldn’t until it was too late. You felt your cheeks heat up when you realized he had made eye contact with you and caught you staring. A small smile graced his lips before he turned and began talking to another guest.

It was against your better judgement but you couldn’t help but want to figure out who this mysterious man was. You made your way across the ballroom looking for him with little luck, it seemed that he had disappeared. You frowned and turned around and you jumped back as you ran straight into someone.

“Pardonne-moi,” you said in a hurry as you attempted to get around the man.

“(Y/N), don’t you look ravishing this evening,” the man said as he grabbed onto your arm.

“Jacques,” you grimaced, “What a pleasure to see you.”

“I’ve been looking for you all night. Where have you been hiding?”

You frowned and continued to glance around looking for the stranger, “I haven’t been hiding." 

"When are you going to stop avoiding me?” He questioned as he pulled you closer.

“Jacques please,” you scowled as you tried to pull away, “I don’t mean to be rude but I really must be going.”

“If you don’t wish to be rude then let us share a dance.”

“I appreciate the offer, but no thank you. Now please unhand me.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I believe the Mademoiselle declined your invitation to dance.”

Jacques glared and you turned to look at who had intervened. You let out a small gasp when you saw the man you had been looking for. His deep brown eyes scrutinized Jacques with a pointed glare and you felt him let go of your arm and back away. He looked at you with a warm smile and offered his arm, which you graciously took. He lead you away leaving Jacques rooted in place with his mouth hanging open in shock.

“Are you alright?”

“Oui. I cannot thank you enough Monsieur…” you said hoping he would introduce himself.

“He didn’t harm you?” He looked at your arm where Jacques had grabbed you.

“Non,” you insisted, “Jacques… he can be a bit overzealous that’s all.”

He looked at you with a skeptical look, “If you insist.”

“Would you care to dance with me?” You looked at him hopefully.

“I… I don’t think…” he seemed nervous but his eyes softened when he looked at you, “I don’t see why not.”

He guided you onto the dance floor and you looked up at him with a smile as you begun to dance. He moved carefully and was almost stiff in comparison to the grace he had when you had first seen him. Your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked over his face. His facial hair was trimmed neatly and close to his skin and perfectly framed his full lips. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so handsome. His eyes were intensely focused and he bit into his bottom lip slightly as you moved across the dance floor. 

“You seem tense. Are you alri… ouch!” You winced as he stepped on your toe.

“Je suis désolé! I must confess I am not one for dancing,” he said looking embarrassed.

“It’s alright. It doesn’t hurt nearly as bad as this dress my father forced me to wear,” you laughed.

He smiled widely and seemed to relax as you chattered about all the parties your father had made you go to and how Jacques was always after you hoping to gain your affection. He seemed displeased when you told him about Jacques persistence. He said that a man of honor would respect a woman’s wishes, to which you responded with how that was exactly why he never would win you over. He was very charming, intelligent, and intriguing; but no matter how you tried he never answered a question about himself. He was always vague and would steer the conversation back to you. He twirled you around the ballroom with more confidence as a few songs passed. When the quartet finished playing you both clapped and he bowed and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. You could feel your face grow hot and your heart hammered out of control as he looked up from your hand and met your gaze.

“(Y/N)! You heard Gabrielle call and you turned to see where she was. When you looked back the man was gone and you scanned the room wide eyed but he had seemingly vanished into thin air. How on earth?

”(Y/N)! Who was that man?“ Gabrielle questioned with a sly grin.

"I…um… I am not sure,” you replied in a daze. 

“What do you mean you aren’t sure? Did he not introduce himself?” She stared at you in disbelief.

“He never gave his name. He jumped in when Jacques was bothering me and we danced. I do not understand where he could of vanished to,” you lament.

“Well go find him! You can’t let a handsome man like that slip through your fingers. He looked at you as if you were a treasure,” she said dreamily.

With a determined look you began looking for the man. You walked all the way around the ballroom hoping to catch a glimpse of him. With every passing minute you felt a bit of hope slip away and frustration grew. People kept getting in your way and slowing you down and you smiled tightly and would nod. 

“I need some air,” you said to yourself. 

Hurrying down a hallway that lead out to the back terrace you took a calming breath to finally be away from everyone. Some fresh air would help clear your mind. You wanted to just let it go and give up, but there was just something about that man that had caught your attention. You yearned to know more about him. You skidded to a halt when you heard a familiar deep voice and smiled. Creeping up to the archway that lead to the terrace you peaked around the corner and saw him.

“Lafayette my old friend I didn’t expect you to see you and imagine my surprise when I walked in and saw you waltzing across the dance floor with Mademoiselle (L/N). If I recall you hated dancing because you were so terrible at it.”

So his name is Lafayette. It seems he knows Monsieur Deforest quite well. You smiled and tried to stay out of sight.

“Sebastien you wound me,” he laughed as he pulled Sebastien into a hug, “I felt like coming out of the shadows, as it were.”

“Indeed. Well I hope you are enjoying the party.”

“I didn’t expect to as much as I did, but unfortunately I think I will have to take my leave. A complication has arisen,” Lafayette commented. 

A loud crash as a server dropped a tray startled you and caused both men to turn around quickly. You stumbled back and ran down the hallway to keep from being spotted. You had no idea if either of the men had seen you eavesdropping but you didn’t want to find out. You rushed home after bidding Gabrielle good night with nothing but a name and the memory of his handsome face. One thought dominated your thoughts as you went to sleep. I have to know more about him.

[ephemeralvessel]

I left.

A lot of people might wonder, why I left college.

I give a very little amount of care to anyone else’s opinion about my decision, including their assumptions of my reason. The purpose of this particular post is not to give a proper explanation, since I don’t like the idea of explaining myself and the fact that this is not the first time I made a mind-blowing choice (at least from their point of view, for me it is not mind-blowing at all). What actually bother me is the explanation I should tell to my parents, even though I don’t want to.

I went home few weeks ago and realize how disconnected I am to their mindsets. I was depressed on my last days in college, but my parents couldn’t grasp that term. I know they were trying to understand, but only in their scope of knowledge. My parents are kind of simple persons. They live in a small village through out their entire life. They barely read books other than books they need to teach to their students. Internet was a new stuff which appeared when they were already adults and they don’t really sail deep in there. Some hoax broadcast chats from their friends on whatsapp are somehow their secondary reference other than their own life experience. So when I brought up the word depression, they have a very little hint, and that is understandable. It is not easy to be a parent, there is no formal education to prepare for that lifetime job. I really understand how hard it is for my parents to have a daughter like me, whose life-vision very far from the rest of human in the society. When they knew I was quitting and crying all the time, they thought I was possessed by demon or a ‘santet’ sent by some friends that hate me. The source was my uncle who also have a similar life background with my parents. When people are exposed with a new experience they never have, they need to back it up with a new infomation. My parents apparently don’t really know where or who to ask, so they made their own assumption and ask my uncle who know nothing about mental health.

I am lucky enough to have a boyfriend who get my back in this hard time. He’s not only the only human being on earth who can understand this matter, but he also stays with me all the time, so he knew what actually happened. He was the one who accompanied me to make an appointment with a psychiatrist, and he also initiate ‘alternative’ medicine with ‘herbs’ to heal me. He is my only source of support to this decision, amongst the noisy questions being asked to me. This turbulence in my life forces me to reshape about my definition of ‘home’, and also it makes me realise my true inner self inside again.

I used to be very empty during my college years due to lack of passion. I wasn’t really pursuing the path I love. I was having a mild depression back then in my early years and I called my parents to discuss about it. That time I was so determined to quit and enroll another major, but my parents, with their little scope of knowledge, thought that it was a bad idea. They thought that people make one choice and finish it, instead of turning their way to another direction. Which is untrue if we see broader view of many people experiences. Back then I decided to listen to them because I was young and I have the perception that I have to make my parents happy. It gets better over time because I can make myself distracted with many happy moments I made with my friends and I also met someone who later be my boyfriend. I forgot that I was not living the path I want, until I get my bachelor degree and was about to enter the post-graduate programme I have to join in order to have a qualification. That was where my hiding unhappiness arise because of so many triggers. I was pulled back into the real ‘world’ I studied; the system, the vibe, the ambience, the core values, the people’s behaviours, the pace, everything. I suddenly woke up in a nightmarish place that I always close my eyes from, and it was so devastating.

In that situation, I began to hate myself and feeling suicidal. At first I didn’t understand why. Then I started to realise how far I was from the real me inside. How disconnected I was to my authentic self. What I did daily, every actions, every moves, felt so painful because it was not in harmony with my inner values. Everything about that place doesn’t go hand in hand with my calling and yearning in life. I was so dead inside because I don’t keep my real self alive. Those disharmonies are build up somewhere deep in my unconscious mind and it causes the urge to end up my life, I thought my own life was not where I belong.

 I was in need of a grip, a place or a person where I belong to, where I feel safe. But then I realize, people who I called my close friends are just the people who fit in the system we’re living. I cannot connect to them more deeply when it comes to the bigger picture in life. Our friendship was only on the surface and a trivial stuffs. It was my first alienate moment I discover. Then I started to search for the grip to my parents who are far away. It was kind of predictable how it would be, but I tried though. The knowledge gap we’re having is not getting any better since the last time I called them to quit college. They don’t understand me either, every little bits that make me, me. In fact, they made me feel even worse about my self. My parents are sort of a reminder that I have a huge responsibility to make people outside me happy.

The feeling of guilt, shame, and worries were crippling in. I was unhappy, but that path is the only way to make them happy. That moment I was falling deeper into depression because I felt that I was a burden to my parents if I quit. And they see the situation as a challenge for me to be a stronger person, instead of wisely accepted the fact that the path was not meant for me. They point the finger at me and I felt like I was a failure, I hated myself even more. I could not find ‘home’ in my close friends, and my parents either. I was still struggling to love myself again, since no one really shines a light to those road of self-love.

My boyfriend was an exception. He was the only person who accept me and embrace me for whoever I am. Who see through deep inside, and adores every bits of it. He’s the only rainbow in the stormy days I had. In the long road of frustation and confusion, I began to see the silver lining. I found myself, I reconnect with myself. He is my source of energy and hope to live my life. He supports me wathever choice I made. He is the one who loves me when I couldn’t love myself, someone who can say it is totally okay to be me. I found home in him, a place where my heart could rest. For the corrupted and damned society we’re living, I might be seen as a strange person who failed to follow the orders. I am not like the rest of the world who blindly follow what is good or bad, what is necessary and not necessary, because I define my own. Just like how the neighborhood see The Aviator in the movie ‘The Little Prince’ as a strange men who lives in a weird house. And that is fine. I learned to embrace my self in a hard way, but I’m grateful for it. I learned that I don’t have to fit in or craving for approval. I learned that I can always have choice to live my life in harmony with my heart, instead of following a path which lead to dreadful life.

My glasses was so clouded, it was such a dark place, but now I see everything clearly. I will write for further things about that, not for everyone to see, or even for an explanation as I stated before. But for now, what I can say is, I am way much happier and better. I gain my wellbeing back. My purpose back. And most importantly, my inner-peace back.

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The Art Of Giving Up

I don’t know about you, but I was taught not to be a quitter.

If I started something I’d better see it through, that was the family motto.

For the longest time this stopped me from starting anything because I was afraid that, if I didn’t like it, I’d be stuck with it. Worse, if I started something and I didn’t finish it, I’d be a quitter.

And I get it.

When you commit to things, it’s important to show up. For example, it would not be wise to create an event, charge people for said event, and then not show up. You made a commitment to be there, people paid to be there, and now you better show up.

Reap what you sow sort of situation.

But I’m not talking about that.

I’m talking about how you find your passion and purpose in this world, which, ironically enough, may take a lot of trying new things and quitting them if they don’t work out.

I’m talking about the art of giving up.

You see, there is a difference between showing up because of a commitment, and trying out something and deciding it’s not right for you.

But somewhere down the road, this fine line gets muddled and we forget that trying new things and deciding whether it is or isn’t for us is an important part of growth.

Giving up or quitting is a form of failure. I can’t deny that fact, nor should I have to.

Failure isn’t the enemy.

Failure isn’t a reflection of our worth as human beings.

Failure isn’t more bad than good.

Failure simply means something didn’t work out. The sky isn’t going to crumble atop your head, the world isn’t going to open up and swallow you whole. You just simply have to get back up and try, try again.

You know what was a major failure of mine? Forcing myself to continue to do things I hated just so that I wouldn’t be seen as a quitter—a failure.

If you think about it, I failed at failing.

As I got into my late teens and early twenties, I began to fear trying new things because I was afraid I wouldn’t like it and I’d have to quit, therefore, being seen as a failure.

That is, until one day, when I was twenty six years old, finishing off my almost decade-long bachelor’s degree, working at a retail job that made me want to curl up in the fetal position and cry, living at home with zero plan for the future, and enough anxiety to fuel a small village that I made a choice.

I chose to fail.

I mean, I knew I was a procrastinator, but this took the cake.

I’d spent almost an entire decade so focused on paying my way through school for a degree that I didn’t really feel like I needed—because remember, I’m not a quitter—that I had forgotten to think about exactly what it was that I was going to do after I got this piece of paper signed by a bunch of people I’d never met.

I had six months to figure out what the heck I was going to do after college and I knew, like the precious millennial flower I am (kidding), that I’d wilt if I had to sit in a cubicle all day.

My only option was to try new things and see what stuck, which meant, I had to give myself permission to quit and fail faster.

The freedom to fail, to give up and walk away without fear was life-changing.

Before I knew it, I was creating things I’d always dreamed of. Without fear of quitting, I became unstoppable. Within six months I had the direction and clarity I’d been yearning for since I was a teen. I tried so many new things, many of which I have seen through to completion. Other things, I left on the drawing board and that’s OK. I would have never gotten the clarity I so desperately wanted and needed if I hadn’t first given myself the permission to try things and to quit.

Fast forward to one full year later, my bachelor’s degree sitting in front of me—still have never met the people that signed it—and I’m finding so much purpose in my work. I would have never found this kind of fulfillment had I not had the courage to fail, to give up, and to create again.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I got my degree. I put so much time and effort into getting the degree that I owed it to myself to see it through, but if I hadn’t that’d be ok too.

That being said, I personally wish I could sit myself down at eighteen and tell her to put as much emphasis on trying and failing as getting the degree. Why? Because I have a purpose and I’m so much happier now that I know it’s okay, it’s not a reflection of my worth, if I try new things and give up because they don’t work out.

Now you might be thinking, cool, so I can just give up *insert hobby that lights you up here* because things are getting hard.

No.

Things we want come with their fair share of challenges and resistance too. I want to write but I’m terrified to ever press “submit” or “post”. I’m not going to give up writing and trying though.

In other words, you have to decide which things you’re willing to fight for and give your all too and which ones don’t serve you anymore.

So with that I say, give up, my friends. Don’t be afraid to start something and realize it isn’t for you. The attempt may have failed, but you are not a failure.

We never know how something is going to go until we try. If you need a permission slip to try and then give up so you can make more room for the things in your life that light you up, here it is, I’m handing it over.

Give up, and get on with it.

Fail faster, and fail on!

[pedroscurls]

Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 1.)

CHAPTER TITLE: The Bachelor Party

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse) Summary: It was just a regular bachelor party that you had to work that night, but what you weren’t expecting were two eligible bachelors that caught your interest... Word Count: 4,515 Warning: No smut, just ya know... Dirty dancing, lap dances, and Negan’s vulgarity as usual... Seriously tho, the dancing is very very dirty.  Author’s Note: So, I’m not sure if I want to do a two-parter for this story, but for now, let’s settle on this story being a one-shot. I currently have taken a liking to Steven Ogg and literally freaked out when he and JDM were on the same panel at WSC London (wish Austin Amelio wasn’t sitting between them, but beggars can’t be choosers right?) lmao, anyway, I need more of these two bc my god I've got a thing for them both and I'm still waiting for them to be standing next to each other in one goddamn frame pls 

(GIF Source: @mypapawinchester​)

Songs: Pony by Ginuwine || Grind On Me by Pretty Ricky

“Take a seat, take a seat, take a motherfucking seat, Jason!” Negan grinned, taking the groom-to-be by the shoulders and pushing him into a chair in the middle of the room.

Jason’s wedding wasn’t until this weekend, but the group of men decided to take his bachelor party to Las Vegas. They didn’t want to risk bumping into his fiancée at any of the bars, though, that was highly unlikely.

“I said no strippers, guys!” Jason exclaimed, fidgeting in his seat. “Anne’s going to be angry! I told her no strippers! Just gambling and drinks out with my guys…”

“Calm down, Jase. Seriously. Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Besides, you’re telling me that her bunch of girlfriends didn’t bring her her own stripper? Come on. It wouldn’t be a bachelor or bachelorette party without a stripper,” Simon interrupted, walking behind Jason and gently squeezing his shoulders to calm him down.

“There are five of us altogether and only you and Negan are the ones that are single,” Jason added.

“And what’s your fucking point, Jason?” Negan smirked, sipping on his glass of scotch as he leaned against the bar in their hotel suite.

“All I’m saying is that you two can’t talk about feeling guilty because this woman can dance all up on you and you won’t have to worry about a fiancée or wife getting angry with you,” Jason replied, motioning to the other men that were his groomsmen.

“Lighten up. It’s not like you’re going to fuck her. Right, Jase?” Negan teased, chuckling quietly as the man sitting in the chair grabbed one of the pillows from the sofa to throw towards Negan’s head.

“Fuck you, Negan.”

“Seriously, Jason. She’ll be here for two hours tops. That’s it. She’ll give you one dance and that’ll be it,” Negan sighed, trying to reason with the other man. “This is your last chance to do this. Just fucking live a little.”

“Pour me a shot of Patron,” he demanded.

Negan smirked, “That’s more like it!”

The men clinked their shot glasses together before downing the shot simultaneously. Suddenly, they were all broken out of their reverie when they heard a knock at the door.

“She’s here,” Negan winked.

Jason fidgeted in the chair. Simon chuckled.

“Take a breath. You’ll be fine. Besides, Negan and I can take her off your hands once that dance is up,” Simon added.

“Oh, hi,” One of the groomsmen stuttered, looking down at you once the door was open.

You smiled sweetly up at the man, tilting your head and chewing on a piece of gum. “Hello. I’m here for a little tutoring session.”

Jason heard your voice and glanced up at Negan and Simon with wide eyes. “If she walks in here with a damn schoolgirl outfit, I’m going to fucking kill the both of you.”

“Yeah, um, come on in.”

You walked inside, your short, plaid skirt bouncing on your hips as your heels clicked against the floor. You noticed two men immediately standing near a man who looked ready to receive a lap dance.

Negan glanced over at the sound of heels, his eyes widening only slightly at the sight of you. He was expecting a woman with fake, big breasts, make-up that was overdone, and a skimpy outfit.

He had to wonder if you were the right person that they requested. You didn’t seem like a woman who did this for a living.

Simon cleared his throat. You were more than what he expected. Hell, he looked at you and wondered what more you could do aside from dancing.

Your hair was put into pigtails and your shirt was simply a wrap that was tied just below your breasts, showcasing your abdomen. Your white thigh high socks led down to your black heels and you were holding a single notebook in your hand.

You tilted your head once you were standing in front of Negan and Simon. You were the best one in the business because you didn’t look like the typical stripper. You didn’t use the money you made to give yourself breasts implants or a facelift or anything of the sort.

You used the money to help for school which was something you had always wanted to do. You didn’t see yourself dancing at bachelor parties to be a long-term commitment.

“I’m looking for a Mr. Jason Williams? I need help with my Anatomy homework,” you asked innocently.

Simon smirked, “I can help you with Anatomy and then some.”

You narrowed your eyes. For some reason, you didn’t feel offended. Usually, there was a rule about men coming onto you in such a disrespectful manner, but with Simon, you yearned for more of it.

“You must be Simon,” you whispered.

“I am.”

“And I’m Negan,” he interrupted, introducing himself.

“Ah. Okay, great. Can I have a talk with you both?” You dropped the façade of a schoolgirl and led them away from Jason and the rest of the groomsmen. Once out of earshot, you looked up at them.

“First things first, no touching. I’m here for two hours and if you want me for longer than that, it will cost you extra. Second, I’ve got another outfit in my bag to change into since one of you said that Jason liked the fantasy of a schoolgirl and a cheerleader. So, if you could direct me to the nearest bathroom, I would be happy to leave my stuff there so I can change when I’m finished with my first set.” You had to lay out the rules. There was always that one party that made you rethink your profession. You just hoped that this party wouldn’t be one of those.

Negan smirked, “Getting straight down to business. I fucking like that, doll.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. You also couldn’t help the sight of the dimples that appeared on his cheeks once his lips curled into a smirk.

The two men you were standing in front of were much older than what you were originally used to, but there was no denying that you were attracted to the both of them.

“Bathroom is down the hall. First door to your left,” Simon smiled.

“Great. Thanks.”

You grabbed your bag and walked to the bathroom, setting it down once you were inside. You looked yourself over in the mirror and bit your lower lip, grabbing the lip gloss from your bag to reapply more onto your lips.

With a heavy sigh, you took the CD from the side pocket of your duffle bag and walked out. Your heels clicked against the floor once more, the sound of it echoing throughout the hotel suite. The men had moved to the bar, including Jason, and didn’t bother to glance in your direction.

You smiled to yourself, placing the CD into the player and pressing play. Instantly, the first song began to play and you looked over your shoulder to see the men’s attention now on you.

You looked directly at Jason, playing the part of an innocent schoolgirl. You twirled the end of one of your pigtails and slowly walked over to the bar. You took his hand and led him to the chair, gently pushing his shoulder until he was sitting down.

Negan and Simon remained at the bar, clearing their throat at the sight of you straddling their friend.

With a roll of your hips, you heard Jason grunt. You giggled, leaning forward to let your lips hover against his ear as your eyes looked over at Simon and Negan, grinning to yourself.

“Relax,” you reassured Jason, feeling him nod rapidly.

You stood up from his lap and turned your back to him and the rest of the groomsmen, lowering yourself down with a sway of your hips and back up before you glanced over your shoulder.

Jason looked thoroughly uncomfortable. You slowly walked to stand behind him, wrapping your arms around him and whispering, “Are you okay?”

Jason shook his head, “I – I love my fiancée.”

You laughed quietly and nodded, pulling back. You walked to stand in front of him before extending a hand for him to take. He furrowed a brow and took it hesitantly before you leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Your fiancée is one lucky woman,” you told him, seeing him grin down at you.

When Jason began walking to the bar, Negan and Simon arched a brow.

“What the fuck? That didn’t even last five minutes!” Negan said, pouring himself another drink.

You were walking to the radio again, changing the song.

“Calm down. She isn’t leaving, okay?” Jason said, shaking his head.

“This is for you though, Jason. Not for us,” Negan reasoned.

“I know, but I love my fiancée too much. I promised her and I’m not going to break that.”

Simon shook his head, “Your loss, man.”

You looked over at them and bit your lower lip. You noticed wedding rings on the two other groomsmen and from the looks of it, they seemed like they were more comfortable with just looking rather than touching; you were more than okay with that.

You walked towards the bar and just as Negan was going to down his drink, you snatched it from his hand. You looked directly into his eyes as you downed the rest of his alcohol, feeling it sting your throat. Once you set the glass down onto the counter, you licked your lips before taking his hand.

“I heard you’re a real teacher,” you said.

“I am…” Negan replied.

“Well, Mr. Negan, I think I want some extra tutoring right now.”

Negan cleared his throat and followed you to the chair. You pushed him roughly to the chair, seeing him fall back into the seat.

“I’ll fucking teach you a thing or two,” Negan smirked.

“I bet you will,” you quipped back.

The next song began to play and you smiled down at him, bending down just slightly as your hands ran along his thighs and up to his chest. There was an amused smirk on his lips that you were determined to wipe off to replace with a look of pleasure from the simple dancing that you were going to do.

I'm just a bachelor I'm looking for a partner Someone who knows how to ride without even falling off Gotta be compatible takes me to my limits Girl when I break you off I promise that you won't wanna get off

Negan shifted once he felt your hands run along his body. He certainly wasn’t expecting to be the one receiving a lap dance.

You turned your back to him, rolling your hips to the beat of the song. You accentuated each movement of your hips, looking over your shoulder at him and biting your lower lip. If you were being honest with yourself, you couldn’t wait to sit on his lap and dance against him.

He was clad in a leather jacket with a white shirt underneath and his black pants made him look so ruggedly handsome. If he truly was a teacher, all of his students and coworkers were sure lucky to have someone as good looking as him.

With a roll of your hips, you turned around to face him. The smirk was still plastered on his face.

Smug bastard, you thought.

The movement of your hips did not go unnoticed by either Simon or Negan and you couldn’t help but feel a different sensation now that these two men were watching you dance.

Slowly, you straddled Negan’s lap, hovering yourself just above him as you allowed your hips to roll forward. You heard Negan’s grunt of impatience over the loud music and you smiled, looking down at him as you placed a finger to his lips.

“Patience, Negan,” you whispered.

If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it If you're horny, let's do it, ride it, my pony My saddle's waitin', come and jump on it

At the start of the hook of the song, your hips came down against him, rolling to create friction. Negan growled against you, keeping his hands against the chair. He remembered your number one rule and he didn’t want to break it, despite how badly he wanted to.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, staring into his eyes as you bounced your backside repeatedly down against him, feeling the hardness beneath his pants. It was something you were used to when dancing; it came with the job.

Sitting here flossing Peeping your steelo Just once if I have the chance The things I would do to you You and your body, every single portion Send chills up and down your spine Juices flowing down your thigh

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his ear to whisper, “You can touch me.”

Negan grinned, his hands immediately going to your hips as if he was guiding you against him. But before he could revel in the fact that he was now able to touch you, you stood from his lap and turned around. You tugged on the knot at the front of your shirt and allowed it to drop to the floor.

“Shit,” Negan muttered.

You laughed quietly, shaking your head as you moved your hands to the waistband of your plaid skirt. Your hips moved with the beat continuously, never missing a beat before the skirt dropped to the floor. You stood before him, clad in a white lace lingerie set.

Negan was disappointed to see you walking past him to Simon. He glanced over his shoulder and watched as the other man gulped at the sight of you.

“Hi, Simon,” you whispered.

“H – Hi…”

“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now.”

Simon cleared his throat and took your hand once you extended it for him, but before he grabbed a chair to place next to Negan, you pushed him to lie on the floor.

Negan narrowed his eyes before you let Simon lie on the ground, waiting for further instruction. You walked towards Negan and smiled, pulling him up from the chair before he stood up. He was significantly taller than you, both of them were, but you loved it.

You always loved when a man towered over you.

Slowly, you pushed him down next to Simon, biting your lower lip. This was a fantasy you didn’t know you could have. You never thought about two men at the same time, but as you were looking down at Simon and Negan who were willingly lying on the ground waiting for you, you couldn’t help the naughty thoughts that entered your mind.

You looked up at the rest of the group and noticed them with their phones out, facing you, Negan and Simon. You flashed the camera a wink before you walked over to Simon.

You gently kicked his legs apart, biting your lower lip before moving to your knees. Both men looked down at you. You began to crawl towards Simon, hearing him groan in anticipation.

Suddenly, the next song began to play and you grinned instantly.

Baby grind on me Relax your mind take your time on me Let me get deeper shorty ride on me Now come and sex me till your body gets weak With slow grindin'

Slowly, you ran your hands up along Simon’s chest before straddling him. You smiled down at him and kept yourself lifted by your hands on his chest, feeling the rippling muscle underneath his button up shirt.

As the song continued to play, you lowered yourself down onto him and rolled your hips slowly, grinding against him. Simon grunted, watching you carefully with a small smile on his lips.

You leaned down, your lips hovering just above his as you felt his breath radiate against your lips. You rolled your body against his, allowing him to feel your breasts pressing against his chest as you brushed against his crotch with each of your slow roll of your hips.

Simon, on the other hand, didn’t have a smirk on his face like Negan did. He was thoroughly enjoying this. You smiled to yourself, slowly crawling off of him before moving towards Negan. He grinned instantly once he knew you were making your way towards him.

With a lick of your lips, you moved to the top of his head. Slowly, you began to crawl over him, feeling the bristles of his beard brush against your inner thighs. He growled against you, causing a vibration to radiate through your body.

You shut your eyes before crawling further down his body. You rested your hands on the floor between his legs as your hips rested firmly against his crotch. You rolled your hips slowly against his and felt his hands on your hips once more.

You did say he could touch you and he was taking advantage.

Baby grind on me Relax your mind take your time on me Let me get deeper shorty ride on me Now come and sex me till your body gets weak With slow grindin'

You moved your hips forward and backwards, glancing over your shoulder at him. There it was. The smirk had disappeared and it was now replaced with a look of sheer pleasure.

You felt Negan become harder by the second. You had never broken your rule of “no sex” while on the job, but you were definitely contemplating it with both men.

You stood from Negan’s lap and extended both your hands for each of them. Simon took it immediately, standing up with Negan following suit. You turned your back to Simon, pressing yourself against him as you continued to move your hips against his.

Your hands rested on Negan’s chest in front of you. You slowly unzipped his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. You grinned before feeling Simon push forward, causing you to collide against Negan.

Fuck, you thought to yourself. It was a different sensation than you were used to. Both men had pressed themselves against you – one from behind and the other in the front.

You glanced over your shoulder to see Simon with a small smirk, his hips slowly rolling against yours. You were sure that both men had noticed that you were taken a liking to the both of them.

“One word and we’ll move this to the other room,” Negan whispered, his hand hovering along your side.

You licked your lips and pushed back against Simon, turning around to face him instead. You didn’t expect Negan to grab your hips and pull you flush against him. You pushed his hips into you, growling as you felt Simon hesitantly rest his hands on your shoulders.

You bit your lower lip, the feeling of their rough hands against your soft skin was making your panties dampen.

It also wasn’t helping that Negan was pushing his hips against yours as if you two were having sex. It made you wonder if he was as rough during sex as he was right now.

No. No. No. Remember, no sex.

You cleared your throats and pressed your hands against Simon’s broad chest, feeling his hands immediately drop to your sides to catch you. He looked into your eyes and you bit your lower lip.

Baby grind on me Relax your mind take your time on me Let me get deeper shorty ride on me Now come and sex me till your body gets weak With slow grindin'

You needed to regain control. You gently pushed back against Negan with your hips. You allowed yourself space between your bodies and began to dance slowly to the music. You shut your eyes and lifted your arms in the air before lowering yourself down.

Negan looked down, watching as you were eye level with his crotch and Simon’s. He knew it was wrong for him to get hard and usually, Negan had better self-control than he did now, but he didn’t know why he couldn’t contain himself now.

Simon glanced down at you, watching as you stood back up before swaying your body side to side. You dropped down again and looked up at Simon who cleared his throat at the sight of you near his crotch.

The music suddenly stopped and you bit your lower lip, standing up immediately.

“That was a great show!” Jason yelled, chuckling as he turned stopped recording from his phone. Negan grabbed the couch pillow nearby and chucked it at Jason’s head, glancing to see it hit him in the face.

“Thank you,” you smiled, looking between Negan and Simon.

You bit your lower lip and glanced down at their evident bulges before winking. You walked towards the bathroom, leaving the group of men back in the main room of their hotel suite.

Once inside, you shut the door and locked it behind you. You turned the shower on and let it heat up before removing your undergarments. You set a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt on the counter of the sink along with a new set of bra and panties.

You stepped into the shower once the water was warm enough, allowing it to hit your skin. You shut your eyes and imagined Simon and Negan, hoping that they would barge in here, but knowing they wouldn’t seeing as you locked the door.

Your shower was short simply because you needed to get out of here because of time constraint and because you needed to distance yourself from both Simon and Negan.

You wrapped a towel around your wet hair before pulling on the new set of clothes. Your attire was much different than what you were just in when you walked in, but most of the bachelor parties you worked at almost always had the most nicest and understanding of men.

You had walked out of a bathroom one time dressed casually and instead of kicking you out, a few bachelor parties have invited you for a drink. It was nice.

Once you finished changing, you folded the sleeves of your shirt almost to your shoulder before removing the towel from your hair. You grabbed your brush from your bag and combed through the tangles, looking at yourself in the mirror.

You decided to apply a light amount of make-up; it didn’t seem like you were wearing any at all. With a quick spray of your perfume, you opened the door and walked out of the bathroom with your duffle bag draped over your shoulder.

The music was quieter now, but when you entered the main room, you noticed Negan and Simon standing instantly to greet you.

“You sure do clean up nice,” Simon commented.

“Oh, thanks,” you laughed quietly, running a hand through your wet locks.

“You’re fucking cute, doll,” Negan blurted.

“Thank you,” you blushed.

You were used to the compliments after the show, but there was something about Negan and Simon complimenting you that made you turn into a shade of red. You couldn’t even remember the last time you blushed because of what a man said to you.

“Red’s a nice color for you,” Simon said.

“What? I’m not even wearing red,” you replied.

Negan smirked, pointing at your cheeks.

You widened your eyes and tried to hide your face before Negan stepped forward and rested a hand on your shoulder. You looked over at him and just now noticed the color of his eyes and the richness of it.

“Stop looking at me like that. The both of you,” you told them.

“Like what? Like we’re admiring a beautiful woman?” Simon replied, grinning down at you.

“And that’s my cue to leave. Thanks for a fun night,” you smiled.

“Let us walk you out,” Negan suggested.

“That’s not necessa –”

“Nonsense. We’re walking you,” Simon interrupted.

You sighed. You knew it was a losing battle. You walked over to Jason and gave him a tight hug and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“You’re going to make a handsome groom this weekend, Jason.”

He grinned, “I know.”

Laughing quietly, you shook your head. “Take care.”

Jason smiled and nodded, looking over at Simon and Negan with an arched brow and a suggestive grin.

Negan rolled his eyes, leading you out of the hotel suite and towards the elevators. You rocked back and forth on the heels of your sandals, biting your lower lip at the uncomfortable silence.

Once the doors opened, you stepped inside with Negan and Simon following behind.

“So, what’s your real name?” Negan asked, clicking the lobby button and watching the elevator doors close.

“My real name? Why do you want to know?”

Simon arched a brow, “You know our names. It seems only fair that we know yours.”

“But you’re never going to see me again. Why is it important that you know?”

Negan chuckled, “Do you always answer a fucking question with another question of your own?”

“Why? Does it bother you?” You asked.

“There you go fucking doing it again,” Negan shook his head.

Simon chuckled, deciding to change the subject. “You’re a really good dancer.”

You looked up at him. “You’re just saying that because I gave you a lap dance.”

“Technically you also did ride me,” Simon added.

“And you definitely rode the fuck out of me, doll.”

You blushed again, biting your lower lip. “It’s part of the routine.”

“Oh, is it?” Simon smirked.

“Yes! I mean, there are other things that I could have done but didn’t.”

Negan grinned, “Like what?”

“I can’t give you my secrets. If you want to find out, you’re going to have to book me for another party,” you teased.

The elevator doors opened and you stepped out, walking towards the entrance of the hotel and towards the parking lot where your car was parked.

Negan and Simon followed you, making sure that you got to your car safely. You opened the trunk of your car and set your duffle bag inside before shutting it.

You looked up at Negan and Simon and smiled to yourself.

“So, if you’re not going to tell us your secrets, will you at least tell us your name?” Simon asked once more.

You bit your lower lip and rested a hand on Simon’s chest and then on Negan’s. You felt them lean against your touch and you pulled away instantly.

“Thanks for walking me to my car.” You climbed in the driver’s seat and started your car, buckling your seatbelt. You lowered the window and looked over at them, smiling in their direction.

“Have a good night, Simon. Negan. Don’t get in too much trouble. Make sure Jason gets to that fiancée of his,” you said.

You slowly backed out of the parking spot before glancing over at them when they began to walk away.

“My name is [Y/N]!” You yelled, seeing both men turn around in your direction. Before they could reply, you had driven away.

They were going to remember your name.

After all, you gave them a night they both would remember.  

[bigcitytobigsky]

Keep Fucking Going

My whole life people told me ‘man, you have quite the story to tell’, you’ve lived a life of resilience and strength and you’re only 24.  I would brush it off and say that my life was just like everyone else I’ve ever known, filled with its own hardships, it’s own tribulations, it’s own missteps. One that hopefully had the happy ending I had forever been dreaming of. But let’s face it, it’s not close to being over yet— and there’s no way to know where it’ll truly take me, but we can just start from where it all began. 

Growing up in Baltimore, Maryland I was fortunate to have siblings. My sisters carried me through times of my life that only seem like a blur now. They taught me strength and grace. The best gift they ever gave me was no matter how much I felt alone, they stood as pillars throughout my life no matter where it’d take me. We grew up unconventionally, to say the least, I was the youngest of three. I remember my mother with gorgeous, beautiful long brown hair with an effortless clip in the back, and the ability to cook just about anything up in the kitchen that would blow your mind. She was tough, she had seen her own life of hardship and pain, and unfortunately, that led her to the alcohol to seek comfort. I never remember not having what I needed to get by to the next day, I always had a roof over my head, and a meal to eat. For that, I’m eternally grateful.

 I do however remember a life of uncertainty, and confusion. I remember my dad as this powerful man who preached education, and strength. Most of which involved showing little to no emotion. I remember different homes, and different men in my life, my parents, never married and my mom had primary custody of me. My dad worked long nights and days, and he kept his distance slowly chugging along on his version of the American Dream. I grew up trying to find my place in a story that’s seemed like it had no place for me to begin with. I found safety in Chelsey, she taught me how to be strong, she sheltered me from some of the harsh realities of growing up with an alcoholic parent, and her strength gave me every opportunity I’ve truly ever had. When I write about Chelsey, I can’t help but think she’s a character out of a book. She stands tall at 6 feet, with the style sense every girl dreams of, knowing it took her a few minutes to throw together an outfit. She radiates a strength like I’ve never seen before, one that makes you want to stand up straight and act unintimidated. She was everything I wanted to be when I grew up, I’ve forever feel indebted to her for all the sacrifices she made to protect me, and shelter me from the harsh realities of our life. I remember her taking me into her bedroom and blasting music to drown out the sound of two drunk partners fighting. I remember the day she left like it was yesterday, I was 15, and she was 18 and her and mom got into a fight and she decided it was best for her to move on. I knew it was best for her too, but I was terrified of what life meant without us under the same roof. I remember watching her carry her last bag out of Killcolman Court and trying to play it cool so he didn’t know I was terrified. As soon as the door closed, I got in the shower and wept on the shower floor. Scared of what life would be like alone, horrified of what it’d be like without her to protect me from mom. 

 My mother was a woman of many talents, and a woman of many weaknesses. Alcohol being her biggest. She always wanted the best for us, but her addiction was proven to be one of the hardest obstacles of my adolescent life, even my adult life. It’s important to know that oftentimes emotional and physical abuse are a result of your parents experiencing the same thing, and for that, I have great sadness. However, my mother had a way with words, and she knew every soft spot imaginable and how to exploit your weakness to make you crumble. In her moments of sobriety she would lift me up higher than anyone I’ve ever known, but in her moments of weakness she would tear down every inch of me. I recall wondering what I did to find myself to be in such a situation. I remember wanting so badly to be the reason she changed her habits, wanting to be good enough to be worthy of normal parents and sober mother. Blaming myself for whatever was happening in our lives at the time. Mostly wondering how two people, could bring me into this world and yet truly never make me feel wanted. My dad immigrated to this country from the Middle East and was always tough, intelligent, and distant. I often wondered why he didn’t want to be a bigger part of my childhood.  I did everything possible to get his attention. Played soccer (his favorite sport), thought of growing up to be a CNN anchor (his favorite news then) so that he’d watch me every day, immersed myself in politics and government, all hoping we’d find something to bond over. It was early on I knew my dad wasn't a soccer dad or one to make a fuss about the little triumphs of my life. He was a silent ‘partner’ one who worked hard to contribute monetary support like he had been taught was his role. This left me yearning for a parent, who would show up for me. 

My oldest sister, Jess set the framework of the life we could achieve. In my later young adulthood, she became someone I went to with educational questions, ones about finding myself, and the proper balance with mom. Jess has broken the stigma we grew up in, she’s a mother, a hell of a mother, to say the least, she’s caring and compassionate, and she has the ability to forgive. All things I admire deeply about her. It’s no secret that we were never close growing up, she was ten years my senior and we were always just in such different places in our lives. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized how difficult it must’ve been for her, especially knowing how much comfort I had found in my relationship with Chelsey.  

My true life turning point came at the age of 13, my family found ourselves in a situation we never really saw coming. My mother’s youngest brother lost his life in Afghanistan in 2009. I remember my Uncle Chris so vividly, he would propose the goofiest questions at dinner, he would light up a room with his infectious personality and creativity. I recall always finding him in quiet rooms on the holidays, normally by himself. He would always ask me questions that really challenged me to think and make decisions for myself. He was a man with incredible style, hazel eyes, like mine. He would let me listen to my bad music videos on Aunt Lynn’s tv until they made him dizzy. He lived a world of little regrets, he traveled where he wanted, and he lived a life of adventure and peace. The day he died, was the day our whole family changed forever. It wasn’t until months after his death, that my Aunt Lynn and Grandmother, Nanny, sat us down and told us that we had been allocated an inheritance off his life insurance. I remember sobbing, knowing that this money allocated to my education could just be my way out. I was overcome with this relief, that someone believed in me and my potential. It was that same day, I decided that I would spend the rest of my life trying to repay his honor. I decided that education was going to be my ticket to freedom, and as long as I went on to high school and worked hard, I could start my own life as he did, and I could find the peace he did too. I found a card he wrote to me for my last birthday, he raved about how I was always up to something cool. He told me ‘keep up the passion. without it life was boring’. I’ve lived my entire life by these words he wrote so effortlessly in my last birthday card. He embodied everything I wanted to be, educated, well rounded, humble, and free. It’s hard to believe how much power came from those moments of my life, and how it brought me to where I am today. 

I’m twenty-four years old today, writing this from a small valley in the Rocky Mountains alongside my adopted dog Wilson. I’m writing this as a global pandemic stretches across our nation, and the world, and as I experience more uncertainty than I have in my entire life. My hope was to write and remember that there was a time that I was uncertain before, a time where I was lost, and a time where I was found too. I’m proud to say that I’ve overcome more than I ever thought I could, graduating from the University of Montana with my Bachelors’s in Political Science, only to turn around and go back to school just three days later, and start my Master’s Degree. Four days ago, I finished my Master’s Degree in Political Science, and I achieved everything I set out to achieve when I was just a little girl being told someone believed in me. I learned that my darkest days, only bring more light to my brightest ones. That the people you surround yourself around, are everything. That some days, no matter how much you want to give up, you just have to keep fucking going. 

[kaleyamdarenawz32insurance-blog]

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